Scar

“Cat got your tongue?” she mocked, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I thought you could fight back.”

“Get out,” I muttered under my breath, but it was clear enough for her to hear me.

“And if I don’t?” she challenged, stepping closer.

I remained silent. The game was clear - she wanted to break me further, to revel in my downfall.

Years of being Lucas’s partner had taught me when to speak and when to let silence speak ...